Whisper | E.D

FIVE

"I can drive you"

Are you fucking kidding me? I glance at Aria seeing she is enjoying every single moment. She raises up her eyebrow teasing me. I'm going to punch her right about now.

"It's okay, I prefer to walk" I say with a fake smile as I walk past him with Aria and behind me.

"Come on, it's not a big deal" he says with a smirk on his face as his shoulders rollback. Making himself stand taller and way more intimidating as he hovers over Aria to talk to me.

"Thanks, I owe you one" Aria says, giving this random man who I don't even know the name permission to drive me home.

I immediately give Aria a death stare when the words come out of her mouth. Now I definitely wanted to punch her.

"I will see you for dinner after your Calc class." I still keep my death star sharp as she scoots past both of them. "Ta-Taaa'' she says waving goodbye. When out of sight of the stranger I see her wink at me before she moves her pelvis making a thrusting action with her wrist crossed in front of her. I look away from her trying to cover up the smile creeping on my face as I try not to laugh. I'm going to kill her

I pay redirect my attention to the guy as I see him halfway down the row motioning for me to follow. Douche.

I walk over to his black color jeep, remembering it from the intersection.

"Looks like someone's eager for the car ride together" The boy smirks as he flings his NYU lanyard around his finger. Not being able to look like any more of a fuckboy.

"Cojedor" fuckboy
I murmur under my breath in annoyance as I sit in the front seat, flinging my backpack in front of me.

"What was that princess"
That nickname gave me chills. I kind of liked it. Maybe a little too much as I ignore the fact that he heard me.

"Nothing" I say as I scratch for my chapstick.

"¿Tú sabes que entiendo español sí?"
You know I understand Spanish right?
He says in a broken American accent buckling his seatbelt.

Crap. I feel utterly embarrassed and shocked. How did he know what I was saying?!

"¿Cómo me entiendes?"
How do you understand me?!
I say with what feels like my face turning bright red making eye contact with his hazel eyes.

"I took a Spanish in high school princess, I remember things" he chuckled. He started up the car pulling out of the parking lot. A lot of people know Spanish Nailea...dumb bitch.

The whole car ride was so awkward. To me at least. Looked like he couldn't give a care in the world as I gave him the directions to my apartment. We stopped at a familiar intersection close to my place.

"At the next light, take a right and stop wh-"

"You know I'm feeling hungry right now" he finally breaks the tension from just me rambling on about what turns to take.

"Make a sandwich when you go home" I say very uninterested as I try to continue my sentence.

"You're right" he cuts me off again.
"What?" The whole car jolts to the left as I grab on for my dear life.

"What the fuck what that!" I say still trying to catch my breath from my life flashing before my eyes.

"I changed my mind" he looks me in the eyes with a devilish smile and follows along my arm seeing that I'm still holding on for my life. He traces his eyes to my hand holding onto his shoulder tightly. Very fucking tight.